Happy Birthday to my Patty O

Tomorrow is Pat’s birthday! Or as I like to call him, Petey Pablo. Where did this name came from? I don’t know, apparently I like rappers. Random things just fly out of my mouth at all times; some times they stick and some times they don’t. Petey Pablo…I couldn’t let that one go.

Anyway, his birthday is not only special for him but for us as well. Yeah, that’s right, I gotta hijack his birthday! I met Pat on his birthday 5 years ago. He lived behind me and was having a party where I knew his friend so I yelled over the fence for them to shut up and stop disturbing my peace and then made my way over. Yes, that’s Pats first impression of me. It’s obvious to say, not only was it love at first sight but I pretty much made his birthday amazing at that point. He was 24. I was 23.

He didn’t get a digit or even try to hit on me but, the boy knew where I lived. In his backyard. In fact, he so didn’t hit on me, that his friend tried to. How so? Oh you know, by asking me to go fourth mealing! Fourth mealing?! As in late night Taco Bell??? Pat was very lucky I kept my calm on the beer that night or else, my life, who knows what could’ve happened! Definitely at least a few chalupas and possibly some soft tacos with extra sour cream.

A few days later, I got a message on MySpace. Yes people, these were the MySpace days and he asked me if I wanted to hang out. I told him only if he turned his music down because I could hear it from my bedroom. Creepy? Yes. Cute? Hellooo, this is the classic girl next door story!!

The rest, as they say, is history.

Happy birthday to the love of my life! You make me laugh every day, we have the best time doing nothing and you let me know when my breath is kickin or if something is in my teeth. If that’s not love, then I don’t even wanna know what is!